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She Gives Them Tea to Get a Good Picture By FRANCES L. GARS IDE JESSIE TARBOX BE M S THERE a a time as most folk will recall when tin- rirt job of a photographer wa to get on the face of his subject the expression of a scared rabbit. Then, click, and the job va done. He was particularly happy, this kind of photOg rapher, in taking family reunion . directing one mem- her to niC at the Ceiling, another at the floor, another r J I ft " n and another at a picture Ofl the wall. pTO- ! ud ; expressions that displayed every gamut of emo Son, from fear that the plumbing stove .had nmg a leak to the forced pleasantness tha could not divorce itself from the pam o( Sitting W long m a strained '"That there is a change if due to many thing and many agencies: Couldn't it be said that much of it ii due to the entry of women into photographic worst, women who just naturally know the difference between natural grace and unnatural awkwardness? Getting down to the individual: Ninety per cent of this change is to the credit of Jessie T. Beals. the rst woman press photographer this country ever knew. She began in Canada as a school teacher ; one does not "begin" until one begins to earn a living. She cut seven dollars a week. She detested the work : She knew sin could not even get admission to an old ladies home on the salary. She bought a $175 camera one summer, and found she loved to use it The fifth week she earned ten dollars. Then she resigned as a school teacher. Has she found affluence taking pictures; No. But she ha found something infinitely better; the joy of creation that has its reward in creating a little better than similar work was ever done before. She "found herself," bv finding how to develop the bet in others. A picture taken by Mrs. Beals is something more than a reproduction of eyes and nose and chin : it is a glimpse of the soul. "Mv studio." she explains with a laugh, "is re sponsible for the work I do. You can see it is a big home-like place and when patrons come, we lit and gossip and get acquainted Then I limber em up with a cup of tea, studying them all the time to find the best that is in them. It is always there; it i an il lusive sort of thing the expression I am seeking but a cup of tea and the friendliness of which it is an humble symbol, bring it out. "1 once had a subject a woman with a dish face. 1 ooked a- it it had been pushed in. you know. She expected to buy two pictures. I judge one was for her husband and one for her mother. I humanized that woman, and. do you know, she has so far spent $140 on those pictures and is t ill coming. "No, I didn't idealize her. I didn't do a thing in retouching to make her better looking. I just made my camera get a nap of the real intelligence and goodness in her. and in looking at those one didn't see the dishmess of her face. Really, it was no ;gCr there1 . . . Mrs Heals, as pres photographer tor a talo pgpei at the tune of the St. Louis ExpOSttioi ude 60,000 prints She caught notables and Irrogot. dike; ,,n foot and on parade; nothing escaped her, a if a hitter view was had of the interior of an I kimo village of a concession by climbing a telegrai pole, she climbed it She has clicked her camera from roof tops, tree tops, balloons, and the topi of freight cars. On oi oc casion with but fifteen minutes to pack her pl.t and dress, she caught a train for a Rochester fin put ting on her thoefl OH the street car, and coir -ting her costume on the train. She has snapped ev r thing that walks, crawls and swims in the United Stat and Canada: there ha never been weather too inclement, or the hour too late and lonely, for her to walk out with het camera. The pictures ihc has taken i New York at such unusual hours, in rain, in fog. ii ,V, by moonlight, or by early dawn, are clai Mrs. Heals also writes poetry. Almost ever) one has a weakness, you know. The odd thing is that she seem mure proud of her poems than of her pictures, the latter being famed the world over. The t rmer- well, perhaps you know how unappreciative some pub lishers art Mrs Heals ha met human nature in all its dis guises; she ha had a stormy road up. but is still smiling, still encouraging, till serving such wonderful tea in her studio (or i it her spirit of fellowship that gives it that delicious flavor ? that every afternoon there i a gathering in her studio not of UlOS( who want their pictures taken but those who need the en COUragement that Mrs. Beals unconsciously gives , all she meets Her favorites fof camera purposes are m and babies . babies because she loves them, and men h uise they are more pliable. If she were less kind her own sex. she might explain it by saying then i It of veneering is not so deceiving. The best tune she ever had with her camera bar ring her experiences in St. Louis, was in taking 'resi dent Roosevelt's Rough Riders at a gathering in San Antonio, Texas, when she became on speaki: with every busting broncho man in the group. She gave up a sev n-dollar-a-week job. not f of the small pay but because she did not lik the work. She took her courage in her hands and made a success in a field hitherto unexplored by her sex lely because she loved the task her hands had found to do. The Big Joke Col. E. M. House Played A CERTAIN retired cattle king in Texas, who amassed a few millions and then quit the game in order to "just visit around." has a habit of running up to Washington every six months in order to. as he puts it. 'give the lawmakers and national capitalers the once over." During a recen trip he got real chummy with a western Congressman one night as they sat in a hotel lobby. Following a discussion of the field of presi dential candidates, the old Texan chucklingly remarked that the funniest thing that had ever happened in all his life was the time Col. Edward Mandell House played a practical joke on William Jennings Bryan. Up to this time the westerner had been lolling far back in his big leather chair, with his feet anchored high against a nicely polished marble pillar. "What ! Colonel House plav a practical joke and on William J. Brvan. he loudly demanded a he brought and his body to an erect position, is preposterous! Why House is as as one of those mummv chaps who big 'neath a pyramid tombstone since long before Cleopatra girl canoed up and down the Nile light nights, snuggled close to the one man. ' I might believe your tale if it wa. any one but this quiet, sombre old scout from Texas who has the de meanor of a Quaker deacon, and who wears a plug hat. Prince Albert coat, no smile and patent leather shot s, and who has proved himself to be Itich an able friend and assistant to the President in deciding what. when, how. where, why and who to do in the way of cabinet making. League of Xationing, railroading, Samuel gompering, suffragetting, prohibitioning, congressing and various other odd jobs that have been bobbing up for several years past. "However. I am curious and good-natured, and wil ling to be the goat now and then and bite, so Mr. Texan, cut loose with your House-Bryan yarn." "Well you see it's like this." started in the visitor as a reminiseent smile lighted Up his face, "some fifteen or sixteen years ago Brvan decided to give his native state a little vacation he'd been usiif it considerable so he comes down t Vustin. Texas, which in addition his feet floor ward "Never ! The idea quiet and dignified have been slumber- that on moon- on William J. Bryan to bein' the state capital, also used to be the permanent home of Col. House. There was some excitement when the news commenced to spread that Bryan was goin' to spend the winter in a house right next door to Col. House. Naturally they gets neighborly and talks some across the dividin' fence leastways Bryan talks. "Not wantin' to monopolize the entertainin' of the honored orator and presidential runner, House confers with Jim Hogg, a friend of his'n he had been instru mental in makin' governor a few years prior, and they rib up the greatest huntin' trip ever staged in Travis County. They impressively notify Bryan they are plannin' a wild animal huntin' trip for him, which ned to please that Nebraskan much. "There was an old panther chained to the post in the back yard oi our most popular saloon yes, we had tS oi saloons them days. To strangers, how-be-ever, she was always referred to as a wild Mexican wolf. The critter was well nigh blind and only had one upper and one lower tooth, neither or which hit, makin' bitin' and eatin' considerable difficult. In fact she had dined on nothttV but soft vittles for years. This animile was kept because she was amibin' ferred list en hY to her style of home. "House and Hogg give a nigger boy a dollar six bits to lead the wolf, under cover of early mornin' darkness, to a strip of woods a right smart piece beyond town mebbe six or eight miles, and put her up in the forks of a whalin' big Cottonwood tree. "Early that mornin' the huntin' party paraded up Congn -ss Avenoo, everybody on hossback or muleback. House and Bryan a-leadin' the procession, Bryan strad dlttV his sorrel mustang as dignified and straight as Napoleon Bonypart and John Pershing combined. They was followed I reckon by fifty or a hundred men and boys armed with muskets, shotguns, and sixshooters. It was as imposin' a lookin' band of hunters as I had ever seen Kvery houn' dog for miles around had been horned tor this particular testmty. Bryan, of to the tipplers who pre growlin' instead of goin' was some happy, duly appr atttl the kindness of his new 5 'rn hh nr in crnm ' to all this order to show him true S hospitality. A few miles be city limits the dogs took the and away they scampered; such howlnY and bai growlin' I never heard in all my born days. Thei could, jumped their bosses over fences and them that couldn't, got all excited and cut a wire fences and just waded the creeks. Wh reached the big Cottonwood you never seen such ture as them dogs made surroundin' that tree an away at that old panther girl as she blinked them from her safe perch wonderin', I S P0S it was all about. Everybody in the crowd, b arrangement, acted scared and excited as if th pected the panther to leap at them any seco rend them arm from leg. " Gentlemen,' said Col. House polite-like, true Southern gentleman, 'bein' as how Mr. Brya highlv honored guest in our midst. I would respe suggest that he be accorded the honor of ha first shot at this dangerous wild beast. But in misses thru it is to hi' a fri'p fnr all. each in.i tectin himself as he deems best. . , gratitude. Resti of a sapini uiitnti hern I the cent and that eks; of we i pic yttV m at id hat : and ike a is a t fully ; the oe he pro- course, "Bryan beamed all kinds of silver-plated Winchester in the forks took lofltf and ran Mil uim nnr1 vhnt that drcrehlt plum through the heart. When Bryan rolled It orer, nonchalant-like, with the barrel of his gun. the xl,rej" sion on his face said as plain as day that there was 0W one other time in his life when he was just as nPP that bein' the tune he pulled that crown of goto cross of thorns speech on u Democrats and got noiM ation number one. "A delegation of leadin' citizens had the varmJty skun and the hide dressed and fixed up right pjwj and presented it to Mr. Bryan with a fittin' slH'tC ;or the mayor. I'm told it decorated the Bryan parlor m many years. j "It wasn't until years afterward that Bryan 'ear0 the real truth about that huntin' trip, generaled by House, and found that nothin' but cottontails and i i Rlttflkl had been within fifty miles of Austin IB m than fifty years''